The Special Hiding Place

“If only I could see the Lord,” I heard a skeptic say,
“Or hear his voice or feel his touch, My doubts would melt away.
Like Thomas, I would call him Lord, If I could see his scars.
Until I do, I’ll doubt He’s true, My faith is in the stars.”

But then I heard a soft voice say, “Look in – not up, my friend.
The stars you trust were specks of dust Until I put them there.
My Word gave life to everything; My life gave life to all.
My light dispels the darkest night And frees man from the fall.

And though you never see the wind Or hear the dark of night,
You’ll feel my awesome presence When you step into my light.
Child, if you want to feel my scars And see me face-to-face.
You’ll need to find me in your heart My special hiding place.”